The people of the National Teacher's Mansion, in those lit nights, these tall and burly men have always been suppressed, and where there are no women, there is such a stunner who has been frozen to death in the dark pavilion. They have been suppressing themselves and quietly guarding.

However, now Yan Shuangshu was standing in front of them.

This kind of stimulation made these men instantly forget the wooden stakes nailed to the heads of rebels on the backstreet of the National Teacher's Mansion during the day, and forgot the horror of demons.

The guard swallowed again, watching as a drop of sweat slipped from his forehead into his collar.

The guard's throat began to rise and fall.

Yun Ji saw the man walk through the door. Standing up and walking towards her with a flask, Yun Ji mysteriously tugged at the corners of his mouth after meeting his undisguised gaze.

This smile is full of light.